The Devil's Own Page #3

It's kind of funny seeing my sister

getting all worked up.

He is cute. But it's not like

she'd have a chance.

- Get off the phone.

- Wait a minute.

- How long have you been talking?

- Not that long.

- Who is it?

- A friend.

- Three minutes.

- Five minutes, please?

You have to press D-I-R. Return.

- What did you just press?

- D-I-R.

And then enter.

What does C-L-S do?

No, don't do it.

We're out of milk.

I don't want to close it.

I'm going to get some milk.

You want to take a little walk?

I'll buy you a beer. It's not far.

It's very peaceful here. Quiet.

- Do you know your neighbours?

- Yeah. Most of them.

- Do you like 'em?

- We get along pretty well.

What's it like over there?

It's violent. People are fed up.

- Doesn't seem to be a point to it.

- It depends where you stand.

I just try to keep out of it.

- These houses are fantastic.

- They're pretty old, around 1900.

Our new ones are older than that.

- Tony.

- Hey, O'Meara.

- This is Rory Devaney.

- Another friggin' mick.

I'm an immigration agent.

He runs a pet shop down the street.

He's the Prince of the Poodles.

Those are fighting words.

You know what this is?

- That's an Italian love muscle.

- That's why it's in your hand.

Let's find out what you can do

with one of these.

You and the sergeant. Me and Joey.

Italians versus Irish.

Throw the milk in the cooler, Joey.

Lovely.

- You're a wonderful man.

- Unbelievable, isn't he?

I don't know if I can shoot.

You hear about the Irish guy

who tried to blow up a car?

He burnt his lips on the tailpipe.

Scratch.

- That'll be mine.

- You're up, Irish.

- What is this?

- The luck of the Irish.

Let me check your green card.

There you go.

- Have you got money? Clean hanky?

- I'll see you for dinner.

- Leave it out.

- Take that, you Fenian bastard.

- Come on.

- I'll get you back.

No surrender.

Burke called.

He wants to talk to you.

Everything's set up for next week.

He needs the money.

One. Two. Three.

Snip, snip, snip...

- A delivery for Mr. Fitzsimmons.

- I'll take that.

Do you need me to sign for it?

No, that's fine.

Isn't it lovely, the way they glide

like that? Not a care in the world.

Are you from Belfast?

You don't know who I am?

- I'm Michael's sister. Megan.

- Michael Doherty?

- How's your mother?

- Bad since they killed Michael.

- Will I be off then?

- I best be getting on with it.

- Watch yourself, Frankie.

- You as well, love.

What I wouldn't have given for that

when I was 13.

Rory, Mom said dinner's ready.

- That's a lovely dress.

- It's for Morgan's confirmation.

- Are you married?

- No.

- Will you marry me?

- I'll have to ask your dad.

What are you doing in there?

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